Before the Dead Come

All those pretty faces want to sell your soul
Cheap mistakes settle in for another hole
And if you dare wonder; you might let go
Over and out; the good was never told

And so you wonder
How do lights keep shining on
The rain is your beckon call
Before the dead come

All those silent laughs cover you with shame
Whispers of clashing vanity from your veins
Voices locked between your uncertainty 
If we could remember; it's not the same

And so you wonder
How do light keep shining on
The rain is your beckon call
Before the dead come

All those pretty faces
All those pretty faces
(want to sell you for thrills)
All those pretty faces
(never stand still for loves)
All those pretty faces
(secretly crash your name)
All those pretty faces
All those pretty faces
(never love at all)

It's locked in your dreams
Before the dead come

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